There’s something a little sad about popping over to this blog and registering that the most recent blog post was written exactly two weeks ago. Not that I read my own blog that often (!) but recently I’ve popped over to check it’s still there and remind myself I really should update it.
So here I am, updating it with fresh content which, according to the last three emails I’ve received from SEO companies I’ve never heard of that don’t seem to use corporate email addresses, is the reason this blog is not ranking highly in search engines. Hmmm. This is a personal blog. It isn’t supposed to.
But I digress. Life has been crazy busy with the emphasis on the word crazy. As an example I committed a serious crime in the world of working parenthood earlier in the week.
I went out on a school night. That’s proper out. A babysitter was required and everything. And it was on a Monday night, right at the beginning of the week. I know, what was I thinking?
Well it turned out the next day that I wasn’t thinking at all. I rushed IJ up to her morning childminder, waved her goodbye and wished her a good day before dashing off again to catch my train with little more than a backward glance and a second thought.
That was until half an hour later when I received a text from the childminder telling me that she doesn’t have IJ on Tuesdays.
What sort of mother drops their child at the childminder’s on the day she isn’t supposed to be there?
So today we’ve celebrated the end of the week by a stroll in the park followed by conker collecting, because I’m certain that’s what well-balanced, organised parents do, and I want IJ to think I’m not completely inadequate at this parenting lark.
Please tell me it’s not just me that loses the plot occasionally.